Love Lock

Chapter 120 The Wildness of Eating Raw Meat

When Han Lei and her two companions hurriedly reached the mountainside, a sudden commotion broke the tranquility of the night.

The shouts of battle and the clanging of metal weapons mingled together, as if the gates of hell had been suddenly pushed open, unleashing endless chaos and carnage.

Han Lei and the other two exchanged glances, their hearts sinking.

The fighting has broken out over there, which means the vanguard battalion's operation has definitely been exposed.

But the mountain was covered with lush trees and thickets, so they could only hear the sounds but not see the chaotic scene of fighting below.

"Oh no, we have to get there as soon as possible!"

Han Lei was extremely anxious and quickened her pace.

Hua Tianyou and Pingchuan followed closely behind, their figures weaving through the night as if racing against time.

After running for a while, they could see figures and flashing swords in the distance through the gaps in the vegetation, but they still couldn't tell which were the warriors of the vanguard and which were the Turkic enemies.

"Miss Han, what should we do now?"

Pingchuan's voice was filled with anxiety and helplessness.

Han Lei did not answer, but quickly took out a military telescope from her spatial storage.

Although they were almost at the foot of the mountain, the mountain path was difficult to traverse, and the binoculars became crucial for Han Lei to gain insight into the battle situation.

She gently adjusted the focus of the telescope, her anxiety almost overflowing.

"What kind of treasure is this?"

Hua Tianyou watched Han Lei's actions with curiosity.

"clairvoyance."

Han Lei gave a brief answer, her gaze passing through the binoculars, clearly seeing every detail of the battlefield.

In the distance, large numbers of Turks, dressed in bamboo armor or leather jackets and wielding scimitars, surged toward the center of a chaotic battle like a tide.

In the center of the chaotic battle, a tall figure clad in iron armor stood out; that person was Zhao Zun.

He was engaged in a fierce battle with a Turkic expert who wore two braids and was also clad in iron armor. The swords flashed and the fight was evenly matched.

"It was Zhao Zun and his group; they've been exposed."

After saying that, she pulled out the pistol from her waist and tried to fire. But the distance was too far and the vegetation obscured the view, making it impossible to aim with the pistol.

The small pistol proved ineffective in the face of such a chaotic battlefield. Indiscriminate firing could easily injure Zhao Zun and his men.

Pingchuan also tried aiming with the pistol, but the situation was similar to Han Lei's.

"No, we have to get down here quickly!"

The loyal Pingchuan, his face filled with anxiety, grabbed his pistol and charged down the mountain first.

If the pistol is useless, then charge down and fight to the death. Even if he dies on the spot, he must fight alongside the prince.

Han Lei followed closely behind, and the two of them left Hua Tianyou, who was already exhausted, far behind.

Continuing down the winding mountain road, Han Lei suddenly stopped when she passed a small cliff.

"and many more."

Han Lei stopped, panting, and took two steps back, tilting her head to look down the mountain.

There is a natural gap here, with sparse vegetation, which provides a perfect view overlooking the center of Zhao Zun's fierce battle.

More importantly, this position is an absolute high ground for long-range attacks.

Pingchuan stopped and turned to ask, "What's wrong?"

Han Lei didn't have time to answer. She had already opened the system, quickly browsed the product panel, and finally chose a beautiful, domestically made M110 sniper rifle that she had used before.

With a thought, Han Lei summoned a sniper rifle in her hand.

The M110 sniper rifle is a single-soldier semi-automatic sniper rifle that uses a gas-operated semi-automatic firing mechanism. It has a higher rate of fire than the M24 sniper rifle with a bolt-action system, ensuring that snipers can accurately and quickly lock onto targets even in densely populated areas.

The M110 is equipped with a heavy floating barrel, and a suppressor barrel accessory can be installed at the muzzle to reduce noise and muzzle flash.

This behemoth weighed fifteen or sixteen pounds. When it suddenly appeared in his hand, even a highly trained special forces soldier like Han Lei couldn't help but stumble.

"This...what is this?"

Pingchuan turned around and stared wide-eyed, his face full of astonishment.

Judging from its somewhat pistol-like shape, he could tell that it was definitely a long-range weapon, but he didn't know how to use it.

Guessing that Han Lei might want to shoot, Pingchuan didn't dare to breathe and just stared blankly at Han Lei.

Han Lei did not answer. She quickly lay down on the ground and aimed the scope of her M110 sniper rifle at the Turkic general who was fighting Zhao Zun down the mountain.

Unfortunately, despite her efforts in participating in the team's training, she was not a professional sniper.

The Turkic general and Zhao Zun were moving too fast, their figures constantly shifting and changing positions amidst the dust and smoke, making it difficult for her to lock onto a stable firing point.

Han Lei frowned, her finger tightening and loosening on the trigger, repeating this several times, but she still couldn't pull the trigger.

She was terrified that even a fraction of a second's error would cause the bullet to accidentally hit Zhao Zun.

Her face was full of anxiety and tension; her heart was racing, and her breathing became rapid.

Just then, Hua Tianyou, who had been left behind, caught up with him, looking anxious and limping.

The foot of the mountain was already filled with deafening shouts of battle, and Zhao Zun and his men had no idea what was happening.

Hua Tianyou was anxious. He saw that not only had the two of them stopped, but Han Lei had also been lying on the ground holding something, seemingly doing something.

Hua Tianyou, that fetal spirit, was panting heavily when he came over and kicked Han Lei in the arm.

"Hey! Why did you stop again? Hurry up and move!"

This kick made Han Lei's finger instinctively tighten its grip on the trigger. With a low, muffled "bang," the bullet whistled through the night sky and hurtled down the mountain.

Han Lei was instantly enraged when she saw the sniper rifle that had made the sound. She turned around and let out a soft but angry shout.

"Are you crazy? Do you know what you're doing? Someone could die!"

Hua Tianyou was startled by her harsh reprimand and then looked completely bewildered.

What did he do?

He didn't do anything!
Why did Han Lei get so angry?

Down the mountain.

Turkic soldiers surged toward Zhao Zun and his men like a tide, the clanging of metal weapons and the roars of soldiers creating a tragic and magnificent battlefield scene.

Zhao Zun was currently focused on fighting the Turkic general Alpi. He grew more courageous with each battle, his eyes as cold as knives, and every swing of his sword was filled with a determination to kill.

In terms of military prowess, Alpi was no match for Zhao Zun, but he was also a fierce general among the Turks.

He was already wounded in several places, bleeding profusely. But at this moment, his savage nature, his propensity for eating raw meat, began to shine through. He clashed with swords, and despite his injuries, he managed to fight Zhao Zun to a standstill.

"Protect the prince!"

Zhao Zun's personal guards and Ma Cheng's squad surrounded him closely, fighting back against the ever-surging Turkic soldiers as they retreated, yet remaining perfectly organized.

"Brothers, hold on!" Ma Cheng shouted, cleaving the Turkic soldier in front of him with his sword. His face was covered in sweat and blood, but the determination in his eyes never wavered.

But as the Turkic soldiers fell, they rose again and again, one after another. The sounds of clashing metal weapons and the roars of soldiers mingled together, and the grass in the center of the battle was soon soaked in blood.

Xiao Zhengfei's personal guard and Ma Cheng's squad were outnumbered and struggled more and more, gradually falling into a disadvantageous position. However, they still fought hard to protect Zhao Zun.

In the distance, Turkic cavalrymen rode their warhorses, neighing as they charged at high speed. Other cavalrymen on horseback drew their bows and nocked arrows.

Suddenly, an arrow, carried by the night wind, shot straight toward Zhao Zun's back like the call of death.

"My lord, be careful."

Ma Cheng, who was fighting Alpi's guards nearby, reacted quickly, swinging his sword to block the enemy in front of him, and then turning around and without hesitation using his body to knock Zhao Zun, who was in the midst of a fierce battle.

"Whoosh-"

The arrow whistled past, and Zhao Zun dodged it, but the arrow struck Ma Cheng squarely in the neck.

Ma Cheng's body trembled violently, his eyes widened as he fell to the ground, the sharp arrow still firmly embedded in his neck.

Zhao Zun, who had been knocked aside, turned around abruptly and saw Ma Cheng's figure crashing to the ground. A wave of grief washed over him.

"Ma Cheng."

Zhao Zun cried out in pain, his eyes wide with fury.

At this moment, Alpi, who had suddenly lost his target, was also stunned.

He glanced at Ma Cheng, who was lying in front of him, and then his gaze quickly locked onto Zhao Zun.

Perhaps to provoke Zhao Zun, Alpi stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, then gave a sinister smile.

"Watch the knife."

Immediately afterwards, he shouted. Right in front of Zhao Zun, he deliberately stepped on Ma Cheng's head to use the momentum to get up, and swung his curved knife fiercely at Zhao Zun.

Alpi's act of insulting Ma Cheng's corpse indeed enraged Zhao Zun.

"You beast!"

Zhao Zun gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury, and with a light tap of his toes, his body immediately leaped into the air.

Under the glow of the campfire, the two men's bodies converged in mid-air. Just as their swords were about to clash fiercely, suddenly, there was a "crack".

Alpi's strong body trembled in mid-air, and the expression on his ferocious face suddenly froze.

Immediately, his tall body seemed to lose power and plummeted straight down to the ground.

With a muffled thud, a cloud of dust was kicked up.

Zhao Zun's fiery eyes narrowed, his sword swing missed its mark, and he spun around and landed on the ground.

Zhao Zun was not in a hurry to react. He looked down at Alpi, who was lying on the ground with his eyes wide open in death.

Alpi's face was filled with astonishment and confusion, and a large hole had appeared in his chest armor, from which blood was gushing out.

"General!"

"General!"

"Avenge the general!"

Upon seeing this, Alpi's personal guards, who were fighting nearby, shouted in Turkic as they continued their battle.

Their faces were filled with fear and panic, as if they had lost their leader.

The moment they hesitated, their own casualties increased dramatically.

In an instant, a large number of Turkic guards and soldiers within a dozen meters fell down.

Xiao Zhengfei dealt with the enemy soldiers in his hands, glanced at the already dead Alpi, and shouted loudly.

"Your Highness, retreat immediately!"

Although there are still a large number of Turkic soldiers charging towards this side in the distance, they cleared the Turkic soldiers from the retreat route when they arrived, leaving a large gap that allows them to leave smoothly.

Now that Alpi is dead, their mission is complete, and they must retreat immediately.

Zhao Zun didn't move; he was still furious that Alpi had insulted Ma Cheng's corpse.

Everyone served their own country and was willing to sacrifice their lives for it. Even if they were enemy soldiers, he always respected his opponents and would never do anything so despicable as to desecrate their corpses.

But that beast Alpi did exactly that!
Zhao Zun gritted his teeth and kicked Alpi, sending him sprawling. Alpi, who had been lying down, was now sprawled on the ground.

Zhao Zun also wanted to kick Alpi in the head. He had just raised his foot when his brow suddenly twitched.

Zhao Zun frowned and slowly squatted down, reaching his hand towards Alpi's back.

Alpi's vest also had a dark, round hole, but this hole was much smaller than the one on his chest.

This indicates that the weapon that attacked Alpi entered through his vest, exited through his chest, and pierced his body, while the weapon also twisted and tore away the flesh from his chest.

He had only ever seen weapons capable of inflicting such damage from a distance from Han Lei. Alpi's death was exactly the same as that of the Turkic soldiers who had ambushed him last time.

Han Lei!

It's Han Lei!
Zhao Zun's eyes lit up, and a joyful smile immediately appeared on his lips. He quickly looked around, but did not find any trace of Han Lei.

"Your Highness, let's go!"

Seeing Zhao Zun still squatting there looking around, Xiao Zhengfei, while brandishing his sword to fend off the Turkic soldiers who were rushing up like a tide, shouted urgently again.

Just then, flames suddenly erupted from the rear of the Turkic camp, illuminating half the sky. Then, in the distance, came the chaotic sounds of cattle and sheep bleating.

Zhao Zun looked up and was overjoyed; he was even less flustered now.

Because cattle and sheep were the main food source for the Turks when they went on campaigns. While the Turkic army fought at the front, the supply train and laborers drove the cattle and sheep behind.

Since we can hear the sounds of cattle and sheep coming from afar, it must be the vanguard battalion brothers who were responsible for burning the grain and fodder. They've succeeded!
Zhao Zun immediately stomped on Albu's head and shouted in broken Turkic.

"The general is dead! The general is dead!"

Zhao Zun's shouts did indeed have the effect of disrupting the morale of the troops.

At the other end of the camp, the flames from the burning grain supplies had just been set ablaze. Immediately at this end, news spread that the commander-in-chief had died, throwing the Turkic army into even greater chaos.

The raging fire burned fiercely in the night sky, illuminating the Turkic camp as if it were daytime. At the same time, it also reflected the panicked faces of the 200,000 Turkic soldiers.

Under the command of their junior commander, a group of Turkic soldiers rushed toward the location of the supplies, trying to salvage as much as possible from the fire.

Because that was the army's rations, and also their hope.

Without a commander to give orders and having lost their leader, the Turkic soldiers scattered like headless flies.

From the air, one would see that the Turkic army was in complete disarray. Soldiers were running around in all directions with weapons in hand, and cavalrymen were galloping wildly through the camp, completely out of control.

With the Turkic army thrown into disarray, the fighting pressure on Xiao Zhengfei and his men was immediately reduced. Some of the advancing Turkic soldiers lost their morale and even abandoned their weapons halfway through, searching for a way to escape.

Zhao Zun withdrew his gaze, coldly glanced at Alpi's corpse, and raised the longsword in his hand.

With a swift movement, Zhao Zun brought down his sword, and a flash of light slashed through the air. Alpi's body was instantly decapitated, and warm blood gushed from his neck.

Immediately, Zhao Zun flicked his toe, and Alpi's head, still staring wide-eyed, was lifted off the grass, leaving a trail of blood droplets.

Here I come! Here I come! Stand up! Footprints, collect them, come and hit me!